Chapter 3 Gilly
GILLY
Dinner with Nate was so much fun. Preston and Rob were okay too, except he kept calling my friend Bobby and confusing me. If Rob didn’t mind, though, I could get used to it.
I couldn’t believe I almost called Nate Daddy, so there was a lot of that nickname stuff going around. If that was what you called it. Either way, I didn’t know and almost messed up. I was inexperienced in love and Daddy stuff, but I really liked Nate and hoped he felt the same way.
“So…” Rob pressed as soon as the front door closed after they brought us home. “What do you think?”
“It was fun.” I had been more at ease around Nate than I would have expected.
There was something about him that was soothing, and he always asked me what I liked or wanted instead of assuming or ordering me around as I’d feared might happen.
“I’d like to see him again. He was so handsome, but I don’t know if he liked me. ”
Rob dropped his wallet and keys in the basket on the kitchen counter where he kept them. “Of course he did. What’s not to like?”
I shook my head. “He left with just a quick peck on my cheek. That’s like what you give your nephew or something.”
“Nuh-uh. He was being polite.”
I didn’t know if that was actually good or not, though Rob seemed to think so. I shrugged and headed to my room, not wanting to talk about it anymore. It would be just like me to get my hopes up only to find out he didn’t feel the same.
A few minutes later, Rob tapped on my door. “Gilly, look at this.”
I opened the door a crack. “What?”
He held his phone up to my face, showing me a text chain where Nate had asked Preston for my phone number. “Tell him yes. Give it to him.”
“Already did.” He sing-songed and danced his way back into the living room; the little matchmaking devil was damn proud of himself.
I couldn’t be mad, though. For once, I was excited about what might happen next, which was probably the reason I couldn’t get to sleep.
Finally, I turned on my closet light and dug my binky out of its hiding place.
After I double-checked the lock on my bedroom door, I climbed back into bed.
I thought about what might happen next between Nate and me.
Would he become my Daddy? Would he let me have my binky?
What about a bottle? There was nothing better than a warm bottle at bedtime or even first thing in the morning.
Would he let me drink from my bottle and watch cartoons?
None of that was probably going to happen, but a boy could hope. Eventually, I fell asleep, dreaming of what could possibly be.